Fireflies (Rabindranath Tagore Poems)
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
My fancies are fireflies, -Specks of living lighttwinkling in the dark.he voice of wayside pansies,that do not attract the careless ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know whatthe time is. There is no fun in ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women yousent to the forest shrine to decoy the young ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for youand set your solitary image in myheart ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Manyan evening she had watched the moon made dizzy ...
XIV I found a few old letters of mine carefully hidden in thy box-a few small toys for thy memory to ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from whereit comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for her, ...
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in thestream of the world. Our lives will be ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave thenoisy world, to go to the forest seclusion. ...
Why did he choose to come to mydoor, the wandering youth, when theday dawned? As I come in and out I ...
O woman, you are not merely thehandiwork of God, but also of men;these are ever endowing you withbeauty from their ...
O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with ...
You left me and went on your way. I thought I should mourn for you and set your solitary image ...
Why did he choose to come to my door, the wandering youth, when the day dawned? As I come in ...
I want to give you something, my child, for we are drifting in the stream of the world. Our lives ...
Mother, the light has grown grey in the sky; I do not know what the time is. There is no ...
The night was dark when she went away, and the slept. The night is dark now, and I call for ...
The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it ...
Take back your coins, King's Councillor. I am of those women you sent to the forest shrine to decoy the ...
It is written in the book that Man, when fifty, must leave the noisy world, to go to the forest ...
She dwelt here by the pool with its landing-stairs in ruins. Many an evening she had watched the moon made ...
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